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Winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm... |
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Wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore... |
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Gorgeous was his savior, sees her...drowning in his wake... |
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Daily taste the salt of her tears, but...a chance blamed fate... |
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Little secrets, tremors...turned to quake... |
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The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves... |
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Ransom paid the Devil...He whispers pleasing words... |
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Triumphant are the angels if they can...a get there first... |
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Little secrets tremors...turned to quake... |
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The smallest oceans still get...big, big waves... |
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I'll decide...take the dive... |
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Take my time...not my life... |
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Wait for signs...believe in lies... |
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To get by...it's divine...whoa... |
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Oh, you know what it's like... |
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Turns the bow back, tows and...drops the line... |
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Puts his faith and love in Tremor Christ... |
